The creek went down with a broken song,
 'Neath the sheoaks high;
The waters carried the song along,
 And the oaks a sigh.

The song and the sigh went winding by,
 Went winding down;
Circling the foot of the mountain high,
 And the hillside brown.

They were hushed in the swamp of the Dead Man's Crime,
 Where the curlews cried;
But they reached the river the self-same time,
 And there they died.

And the creek of life goes winding on,
 Wandering by;
And bears for ever, its course upon,
 A song and a sigh.